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“...Our Synagogue of Satan stopped the shipping of gold from country to country. We set up a system of paper debits and credits, while we hoarded all the gold – issuing nothing but paper. They never got to see the fracking gold that the paper was supposedly backed by! That’s the system we’ll use return god out of his prison forever! The Deceiver was correct – because money is truly the root of every evil. By the end of the nineteenth century, our Synagogue of Satan, these men sitting behind me, controlled more than half the wealth of the entire fracking earth!

“We fracking plunged the world into war for fifty-six stinking years straight, and believe me, when they weren’t warring, they were planning for war because of fracking us. We decimated the Christian stupid by the millions – because they died sacrificed in our wars for their greatest enemy’s increase! Are we fracking brilliant for being the cause of all wars? Why are we fracking brilliant? Tell me again one more time – I stinking forget!”

“Because Lucifer is fracking god almighty!” the congregation roared. Ävael trembled breathing hard, and shouted into the sea of life.

“Yet President Monroe and the Lord fracked with us! He hated and recognized who we were and created The Monroe Doctrine to halt our increase. He declared the central banked based political systems in European countries were different (evil based) from those in the Americas and had the balls prevent us from extending our increase to any portion of that hemisphere as dangerous to their peace and safety. And backed it up with unbreakable fracking power and the support of the whole hemisphere.

“In 1816, Congress allowed us to establish another central bank after much lobbying. Can you believe it was a carbon copy of our first bank! Can sheep really be that stupid? Guess what we facking called it? We called it the Second Bank of the United States. For twelve years, we sheared America to the bone robbing her wealth; but fracking Yahsäza murdered, stalked us, and turned the whole nation against us. And they elected the Lord’s servant Andrew Jackson for stinking President. He fired over two thousands adepts from the Federal Government and thwarted god’s attempts to reestablish control of his God given possession - the fracking earth!

“This is our history, what we are fighting for, what we are breathing for – freedom from the Law! Raphael, Apollyon, and Venesah led that conflict and blackmailed Congress with illicit women, money, and threats of death to entire families. Though we lost hundreds in this silent war, we couldn’t override fracking Jackson’s veto of us. He came up for reelection and we sunk three million dollars into our own candidate’s campaign, but Jackson took his plea to the teeming stupid themselves - Jackson And No Bank! And we fracking lost!

“This was a dark time for our war against the Lord. Jackson removed the government’s deposits from our banks. We created a depression by contracting the money, calling in old loans, and refusing to issue new ones. We drove stinking America into deep depression as uproar ensued rampant. We spinned the blame on the President who sided with the fracking Light, who had the nerve to act like God never gave us the earth fracking above us! We tried to kill him but the Lord put a hedge around him.

“And this fracker threw our Prophet, our adepts, and our central bank out of America. We lost America for seventy-seven years – the double witness of so-called perfection of holiness. And in 1838, Jackson paid the debt that was owed to us. America became self-sufficient standing on her own two feet, without our heavy weights, and we couldn’t do anything about that!

“But did we lose? Tell me why again?”

“For fracking freedom’s sake!” thundered around him.

“…But eight years before that in 1830, in Ireland, through a teeming named Mary McDonald, we hijacked the Word of God for Lucifer’s doctrine. Tell me again how stupid the teeming are, just one more time! We sent Marchosias to interface her sickness with manifestations of our prophetic vision, and speak our gospel through her feverish visions and stinking dreams. And god placed our adept named John Darby there with her, and he carried our message wide and far that Jesus comes two more times, when he clearly stated he’ll return at the end of the Flesh Age; why? To take tally who won this war that’s been raging since god discovered the joy of self, and imprison his slaves into his indoctrination re-education gulag - called the fracking millennium!

“The fracking protestants who left our papal occult because of Martin Luther were groomed back into our fold, without fracking knowing it. We have successfully seeded the protestants with the Rapture doctrine, which makes our god the fracking Jesus. And they speak our occult language thinking they are talking with the Lord when they are really talking to us – that’s stinking right: tongues! We created a revival manifested about our wolves in sheep’s clothing, in the lowlands of Scotland. We made one-upmanship to be accompanied by speaking in tongues and our charismatic phenomenal that broadcast the clarion religiosity - I’m fracking holier than you!

Ävael vibrated, his face turning bright red. “Tell me when is prayer to the Lord ever a fracking secret that needs an interpreter! We will fleece these fracking slave-sheep who think they love the Lord, and make them love what they should love more – fracking freedom and personal autonomy; to want to live their stinking lives without the heaviest chain attached to their tender necks.

“When Lucifer the Exalted One rises victoriously from his prison onto the earth – he will surly say, trust me on that, I’m Jesus; I’ve come to rapture you out of here before the Devil comes. And the whole world will worship their greatest enemy, erroneously thinking the Lord will wink at their stinking stupidity and infidelity! And to those that don’t believe in our Jesus will be turned over us (death) by their relatives, because they love and want them to have salvation. We will use their own families and loved ones against them for our increase – and steal seven billion souls from The One in five fracking months (May through September) – over half of all fracking creation! When that happens, we will win this war! Can you say with me fracking brilliant!”

Ävael l paused and looked at Lucifer who was smiling widely. He raised his hand in support and the one-thousand acre luxurious went wild. This is what they needed to hear, needed to feel, needed to understand, needed to know they were winning - against all odds. And for a full ten more minutes, two hundred million roared unceasingly forcing Lucifer to stand and acknowledge them, before the Ävael could even speak again...

Twe Stephens,A different kind of Christian Author…http://www.scribd.com/twe_stephensThe Universes of God: The Chronicles of The AngelsThe Universes of God II: The Chronicles of Jesus ChristThe Universes of God III: The Chronicles of the Antichrist (5/2015)The Universes of God IV: The Final Eternity (5/2016)﻿

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Twe Stephens,A different kind of Christian Author…http://www.scribd.com/twe_stephens The Universes of God: The Chronicles of The AngelsThe Universes of God II: The Chronicles of Jesus ChristThe Universes of God III: The Chronicles of the Antichrist (5/2015)The Universes of God IV: The Final Eternity (5/2016)﻿

Ävael paused wiping hot tears and roared into the holographics. “For fracking freedom’s sake The One imprisoned our god and leader, and bound him in an insidious temporal warp and condemned three-hundred fifty thousand in darkness like this. He’s destroyed our homes possessions and an entire universe, and thrown mankind in a war zone of unending suffering and uncertainty. He’s scours the fracking universe for rebellion making every breath a hated uncertainty, every thought a stinking possible crime that’s fracking rewarded by death almighty – for fracking freedom’s sake! He stinking hates us because we’ve released one drop of reason into the pool of slavery called fidelity – for freedom’s sake. He laughsin our faces while vilifying us evil hooligans, demented demons, master agitators, the living dead, the sub-defective imperfect, fracking goats, and the unrepentant stupid – all because we hold a polished mirror to his face for fracking freedom’s sake!”

The darkness swirled roaring like a living thing as millions stared in nuclear awe. “We’ll tear away the darkness and cobwebs of this fracking universe: never acclimatizing, never sentimental, never sympathetic, reptile cold with the tough love he designates evil that’ll convert our brothers once again to fracking sanity. Yes, The One has surely formed us, but our god has transformed us – not for ourselves, but for the edification of all our brothers who pine for freedom, but are too fracking poor in spirit to revolt against his heavy collar and stinking two-inch leash!”

Bright daylight detonated as Ävael stepped forward as the holographics swirled violently around him. “The fracking hour of decision has come! Does anyone have the courage designated insanity to change the darkness of this freedom-less universe, or will you let the fracking capricious off the hook yet again – for the heavy misology pinching your tender necks, attached to the unforgiving always-jerking leash.

“With our very eternities, we war for the noble fracking priceless precious – freedom from this evil system that denies our dreams to live in a liberated universe! He takes no fracking responsibility because he doesn’t respect, desire, or love us any fracking more!And despite those faultless before the law who bask in orgiastic slavery with joy bursting from their chests, I ask one stinking fracking question – does any fracking one here stands with me!”

A deafening earthquake shuddered the Great House of The One as billions of the faithful paused at the obvious insanity. And high above the roaring pandemonium, Yahaveh shook his head sadly as tears fell from his holy eyes. The Zoon looked at The One through eight hundred eyes and violently threw back their heads, unfurling sixteen massive wings, screaming at ear-splitting volume as billions paused praying for their brothers who warred nuclear against the creator of their very souls…

Twe Stephens,A different kind of Christian Author…http://www.scribd.com/twe_stephensThe Universes of God: The Chronicles of The AngelsThe Universes of God II: The Chronicles of Jesus ChristThe Universes of God III: The Chronicles of the Antichrist (5/2015)The Universes of God IV: The Final Eternity (5/2016)﻿

“We’ll publish the name of the Lord and ascribe greatness to our God. He is the Rock and his work is perfect - a God of truth without iniquity, just and right is he.

“The Kenites have irrevocably corrupted themselves; their spot is not the spot of the Lord’s children for they’re a perverse and crooked generation. They’re foolish to plot war and vengeance against the Lord of All, ignoring with blinding stupidity the fact that Lucifer is not their Father. The Lord will overturn their nation by the roots, for they hate the Lord that made and established them.

“Consider the years of many generations; ask thy father and he’ll show thee; thy elders will tell you when the Most High divided the nations for their inheritance. He separated the Sons of Adam and set the bounds of the people according to the number of the children of Israel. The Lord’s portion has always been his people - and Jacob (Christian Nations) is the lot of his inheritance.

“Remember how he found him in the howling wilderness called apostasy, and led him, instructed him in truth, and kept him the apple of his eye. The Lord alone led him and there were no strange gods with him.

“He made Jacob ride the high places and be preeminent in the earth that he might eat the increase and suck honey from the rock: the butter of kine, the milk of sheep, rams and goats, with the fat kidneys of wheat. His nation waxed wealthy, and grew thick and flooded with unbridled prosperity. And that wealth and blessing made him forsake the God that made him and despised the Rock of his salvation.

“Jacob has sacrificed to devils and to gods that newly came up. Of The One that begat him he was unmindful, willfully forgetting the God who formed him. Because of this, they’ll provoke me with their vanities, so I’ll saddle them with a foolish nation – the Synagogue of Satan that’ll overthrow the earth with evil and set fire to the natural foundations of the earth (One World Order). Their vine is the doctrine of Sodom, and their grapes gall, their clusters bitter, and their wine the poison of dragons and the venom of asps. The swords of their terror shall destroy the young man and the virgin, the suckling, and the man of gray hairs, for there is no brotherhood or mercy in them.

“O, if they were wise enough to understand; they'd seriously consider their latter end, for I kill and I make alive; I wound and I heal - and there’s none who can deliver out of my hand. For I lift up my hand and say to myself, I live forever; so likewise, with the same power I’ll render vengeance to my enemies by rewarding them who hate me - by not venerating the breaths I give them.”

Moses gave the thick scrolls that would become infallible Scripture to the priests. He held up one scroll for the nations to see and continued.

“These writings shall be holy because they’re from the lips of the living God, spanning the history of our people and origin until now – even unto the future; add it to the books of Father Adam, Father Abraham, and the rest. And once a year as The One will instruct, it must be read from sunup to sunset to the nation, so all may know their history and the marvelous things the Lord has done for us.”

Moses raised his arms with tears running down his cheeks; as a people, they’d never receive the fullness The One promised.

“Our divine destiny is wax fatness, great wealth and power; to control the gates of this world for our brothers that sunburn with stupidity outside the roof of truth. The Lord will mightily bless us for the simplest of things; fidelity coupled with venerating the holy covenant sworn to Father Abraham.

“If we forsake him, he’ll smite our generations and scatter us over the earth and we’ll no longer be a people anymore. This is the horror of the song the Lord gave us - for a witness and a warning against us, which our nation must never forget. We must teach our children and they must teach their children, so none after us will ever forget our birthright or disdain the glorious predestined for us. Otherwise, he’ll surely curse us.

“None will know their true heritage or history, forgetting amnesia tragic that they were ever the Chosen of God. We’ll elevate his sworn enemy as the Chosen of God, while sweetening the gospel of demons for evil’s increase and trading his truth for evil revisionism and damnable lies.

“There’ll never be freedom from fidelity for us. The Kenites will plague and rule our generations, robbing our wealth, our morality, society, and saddle us with wars without end for their One World Order. The foolish nation will rob us of everything we’ll accomplish by giving it to others for evil’s determination.

“They’ll overthrow and rewrite us, esoterically rule us, slaughter us by the millions, and make us second-class citizens drowning in the unimaginable without release - in the world The One created for the Just. They’ll force us to call good evil and evil good, to murder the purest innocent, and deceive us into practicing all manners of perversions in the name of the Lord, while sending our brothers who profess to love him to Hades.“Our leaders will be Satan’s children, gleefully clapping at our misery, hating everything we stand for, vilifying all that’s holy, while elevating abomination and filth as choice, and the definition of enlightenment as the mad rush to the bottom.

“All of these horrors will come if we forsake the manifest destiny that this nation, our people, and our race is built on. So my last words to Israel, this day, is to choose the Lord and live; choose to control our own destiny, choose to be the head and not tail, and choose so none will ever pray for mountains to fall on them in burning shame. Choose the Lord so these evils will not fall upon them and us.

“I who is called Moses, named Moshehat at my birth, renamed Law Giver for my burial, who serves The Holy One, and led you out of bondage, loving you more than I can express, command you this - as my last will and living testament.”

Twe Stephens,A different kind of Christian Author…http://www.scribd.com/twe_stephensThe Universes of God: The Chronicles of The AngelsThe Universes of God II: The Chronicles of Jesus ChristThe Universes of God III: The Chronicles of the Antichrist (5/2015)The Universes of God IV: The Final Eternity (5/2016)﻿

Leaving their first estate, the teeming brotherhood overthrew the whole earth with violence. The first abductions spiraled outward from the sixth-day nation called Anak. Angelic hosts took women to wife, producing more Geber, Nephilim, or Giants hybrids, promoting homosexuality, prostitution, pedophilia, bestiality, and soul destroying anomalous obsessions. Because they first originated in Anak, they were colloquially called the Anunnuki. Some were over forty feet tall weighing usually between three and nine tons; but all were mule sterile. They were the offspring of the Sons of Disobedience that ruled the imagination and weaknesses of mankind with an iron fist.

They were massive strong, the smallest able to lift a fifteen hundred pound horse in each hand, and throw them landing broken to their deaths. The Nephilim were ruthlessly brutal to the slaves that worked brutally to extract millions of tons of gold. Mirroring the cities of gold in Heaven, hundreds of millions toiled tens of thousands of feet below the earth. Whole countries worked insanely for the endless enriching the Satanic empire and Lucifer’s obsessive vison, for he decreed even the roads and crafts were to be refitted with gold.

Nephilim physiology needed the daily caloric intake of nine to sixteen normal men. There just wasn’t enough food; the unsanctioned exploded as more brotherhood invaded earth to destroy the Messianic seedline. Devouring the inhabitants, hundreds of thousands were sacrificed as food; and innumerable more tended livestock working corporate agricultural farms, maintaining infrastructure, and constructing and maintaining civilization, while being treated like cattle...

Twe Stephens,A different kind of Christian Author…http://www.scribd.com/twe_stephensThe Universes of God: The Chronicles of The AngelsThe Universes of God II: The Chronicles of Jesus ChristThe Universes of God III: The Chronicles of the Antichrist (5/2015)The Universes of God IV: The Final Eternity (5/2016)﻿

The whole 1st chapter of The Universes of God 3: The Chronicles of the Antichrist in 3 posts. This epic novel will be out around March 2015. Collection settings. Collection Name14 remaining. Description59 remaining. The whole 1st chapter of The Universes of God 3: The Chronicles of the ...

The Universes of God 3; The Chronicles of the Antichrist update. Been writing and doing a lot of research. I am now in 1984 and really getting excited, because I'll be writing what this book is really about - the future; what you can expect, how the AC will come, who is he, and how will the world respond to the greatest deceiver ever created by the Lord.

I have learned a lot researching and writing this didactic novel of evil. I have learned who the Tares are, how they think, why they do the things they do, and the esoteric endgame plan of all evil. It's not about GMOs and killing 5 billion people, evil is much more sophisticated than that simplicity - which makes no sense spiritually - for the Lord would never allow it.

I am rushing to get this novel out so I can finish this series and write the last novel about the Final Eternity, The Universes of God 4: The Final Eternity. The Antichrist novel took much more time that I anticipated - generally it was the unending research to make sure that everything I wrote was absolutely true, despite those that might rail rabid against the inconvenient truth. And I thank all those who have waited - for your wait shall not be in vain.

I, Twe Stephens, swear you will totally understand those people that God called not his rock, not his children, the foolish nation that he irrevocably cursed in the Garden of Eden from umbilical cord to umbilical cord. And you will understand with blinding clarity exactly the world you live in, and what God really meant when he said - I gave this world to Satan

“We were getting too powerful for the teeming stupid to not take notice, so Satan ordered the Synagogue to blind the dim vision of the Lord’s faithful, so they’d perish stupid unto us generation after generation, umbilical cord to umbilical fracking cord! Can a war ever be won against an unseen enemy? You know the stinking answer! The Lord’s watchmen are useless guard dogs that can’t bark or stinking bite. Why? Because their church feeds them nonstop milk, pabulum and fracking formula: denying them the meat of God that strengthens them to combat evil! No church dares mention anything concerning us! And to make sure the teeming stupid never awaked aware, we purchased the Reuters News Agency, all major newspapers, entertainment companies, and book publishers worldwide to have ironclad control of information about us.

“And we never incorporated any nexus of control, so there were no stockholders to report to, so that fleecing of the world would never birth public indignation in the teeming stupid. Our central banks were always partnerships, and only our heirs knew the monstrous profits we carved from the deaths, wars, and suffering of the snoring billions. But I tell you today we own more than half of the entire wealth of the fracking earth!

“Then, our Financial Prophet visited Palestine and spent millions to found the first Jewish settlement to lay the foundations of what the Lord has promised us, a Synagogue of Satan Nation – that brings forth only leaves to him. For our tree will be carved out of the quivering flesh of a suffering displaced Ishmael, and will never bring fracking fruit for the stinking Lord! And the whole Christian world will venerate support us as the Chosen of fracking God in a million pulpits, while we shear them until they bleed to fracking death – in the very face of a helpless God!

“Do you fracking hear me!” Ävael vociferated trembling mightily.

The dark congregation roared in concordance with the Synagogue of Satan, “We hear you Supreme Adept Counselor for the Commander-in-Chief! Preach the fracking word of god!”

“Good! In 1867, our Prophet line founded the Zionist Congress to promote the foundations for the future Synagogue of Satan Nation (Israel). The Rothschild Red Hexagram became the Zionist symbol that’ll be as the flag of our future Israel, which is the female/male symbol of our beloved Baphomet. We have everything stinking planned, for you cannot war against the Lord of All and not be anal meticulous in your plans and gearings. There’s no doubt about it; he’s a formidable enemy. But each failure gives us strength to regroup harder, for in 1905, that stinking Tsar of Russia repelled our overthrow causing our adepts to flee in terror.

“In 1907, though we couldn’t control Russia, we turned steely eye to the United States. We warned them, because they were on our Gold Standard, that if they didn’t approve our central bank, we’d create the most severe money panic in its facking history! They didn’t listen. And America was trapped helpless in our financial crisis, while we ruined the lives of millions for our increase, and to steal billions for evil’s determination!

"And from that Great Depression, our master adept Jacob Schiff founded the National Advancement for the Association of the Colored People (NAACP), as an organization to supposedly empower the blacks. Its purpose was to cause massive rifts between the black and white communities, destabilize social order, and to destroy any Constitutional autonomy of the individual states - over the Federal intrusion. We used race inequality as the crisis to create fatal precedent. And they brought it hook line and sinker, not knowing they were willing participants in bring down their own country. We created the fracking crisis (Jim Crow, KKK) to irrevocably weaken destroy the fracking nation through incrementalism, the Constitution that the Lord forced us to write – against the very wishes of our Kingdom of Darkness!

“We never allowed them to embrace their innate brotherhood, but magnified endlessly on their differences, keeping them dumbed down spiritual secular, force-feeding our religious evolution to keep them fighting each, as they hollered what the frack – viciously blaming each fracking other! We own this fracking earth and the teeming stupid will never belong in it. Why? Because wolves have no use for stinking sheep, except when they’re fracking dead…

Twe Stephens,A different kind of Christian Author…http://www.scribd.com/twe_stephensThe Universes of God: The Chronicles of The AngelsThe Universes of God II: The Chronicles of Jesus ChristThe Universes of God III: The Chronicles of the Antichrist (5/2015)The Universes of God IV: The Final Eternity (5/2016)﻿

On the massive Throne Podium high above the fishbowl universe, Yahaveh looked upon Mariah sadly before he fell before the Thrones; the Son of God gestured him to stand. And three and a half miles below the Throne Podium, hundreds of millions of the Martyred by the Blood waited in depressive expectation.

With tears streaming, Mariah looked into The One's red eyes sputtering horribly on the words. “O Lord, though we're stupid compared to your infinite wisdom, I bring to your remembrance when all your morning stars sang with joy. Incline your ear to our supplications and forgive us for asking repeatedly; but tell us again, how long my Lord?

“How long will you permit your enemy dominion over those who love you? How long will they be beasts of burden, cattle, fleeced, and ridden into the dusts of death by those that absolutely hate you? How long will you allow this scalding wickedness in your face while blatantly letting our tears be disparaged, unavenged, and always ignored? How long will you let evil turn your glory into shame? And tell us again, how much longer must wewitness the madness and blood, and see our brothers suffer blast furnace tortured without reprieve, for supposed righteousness' sake?

“And though righteousness seems an eternity in coming, we're still incapable of calling your abeyance unsound no matter how deep it wounds. With the tears and trembling hearts, we beg you Lord to end the insufferable unimaginable below us. How can anyone be happy in this Heaven when our brothers are slaughtered day and night in our very faces? Bestow your favor upon your children and forget not your suffering servants, who ask for vengeance on the Synagogue of Satan that absolutely hates you, our brothers, and us…”

David shifted uncomfortably on his Throne warring to align himself to holiness. He struggled against himself because he was third in Command, spoke for The One, lived for The One, and was Heaven's highest Subaltern High Priest – The Light. And the Potentate High Melder that guarded the Mercy Seat, trembled mightily warring against the ‘somehowMariah made plenty sense’.

“…Destroy the stinking Kenites now, that foolish nation who wars stupid, gallivanting the whole earth, broadcasting nauseous evil and beating down everyone who loves you! Your addictive soap opera called the fishbowl universe causes unending depressions and sadness, making the past brotherhood we once had a wisp, some meaningless memory, an unsearchable functionally unremembered that's rewarded with nothing but intolerable agony!

“Father, If you won't consider our brokenness, please consider your precious Earth – the only planet not named for pagan's sake, still wearing the holy designation you bestowed when it was our Heaven so long ago. We know you love her, for you’ve proclaimed our Earth will never pass away. Reclaim the planet you gave to our greatest enemy and end thishorrific nightmare, in Jesus the Exalted One's name we humbly ask...”

As the three on the Thrones trembled under the righteous onslaught, tears cascaded as bellows of black depression washed over they who were The One. Realizing there was no comfort, no reprieve or time out, no consolation, answer, or action that'd bring closure to the evil that crushed millions of hearts viciously; the Lord of Hosts choked back a sob as he struggled trembling.

The Zoon vibrated mournful diapason as Mariah continued manic undaunted, the gold flooring before him slick with raining tears. “I know you're absolutely sick of us constantly in your face; but we have no recourse but to ask again and one more time. Eradicate the evil rebellious from our Heaven and destroy the Synagogue of Satan off the earth, because they're not like us, like me and you, and do not treasure brotherhood, love, or venerate you – and are constantly defecating on your holy names and everything you love.”

Mariah choked hard, backgrounded by hundreds of millions roaring repeatedly in concordance, how long Lord?

“...We strive to mediate on your infinite goodness only, but we swelter under the blackest blasphemy, ruminating on Lucifer day and night, obsessively hating his unholy guts instead of venerating the glorious how you love us. Open the eyes of our hearts Lord so we can see your glory again, for we are blind to everything but the scalding evil below us. And we stand imperfect against you for we cannot change ourselves in this one matter, though in your grace you've counted us perfect by giving us eternal life.

“But we say we’re flawed and not worthy! With ten billion tears, we've sought relief from the scalding evil below us that makes your grandness, holiness, and beauty moot and insignificant. And that's not right Lord, because we proudly wear your name in our very souls…”

Mariah fell to his knees lifting his hands dramatically to the Thrones, as the roaring wails continued escalating sonic, shaking the very foundations of The Great House of The One.

Shouting over the auditory onslaught he continued weeping, “All creation is the mountain of the Lord; you're the God of Jacob, Abraham, and us: the judge destined to rebuke blinding stupidity. We know all souls shall beat their swords into plowshares and spears into pruning hooks, and no nation shall ever lift sword against nation – and neither shall they learn war anymore.”

Vibrating under the roaring howls, the Lord wiped the hottest tears as the Zoon knelt giving brilliant respect.

“Forgive me Sire for our disrespect, for we know your ways are higher than ours, as the heavens are above the earth below us. But waiting for righteousness has become a punishing verisimilitude that causes us to constantly adjust our expectations - to the evil that grows exponentially without abatement below us. Slay the wicked now, end the bondage ofcorruption and offer comfort to your suffering children, for the unrepentant have drunk the cup of damnation willingly with eyes wide open! Avenge my murder and the hundreds of millions like me who were slain tortured for your love, fidelity, and the soldiering hard for your immeasurable beauty...”

Mariah fell crushed in front of the Thrones literally drowning in tears, convulsing in misery and sorrow, as the thunderous escalating of millions on the verge of insanity continued unabated below him. Overcome with uncontrollable emotion, David lowered his head as the hottest tears rained through his quivering hands, falling copiously onto his robe of light.

Many slow seconds ticked as The One looked sadly at Mariah, absorbing the massive acoustic onslaught. He rose from his Throne overwhelmed in the bellows of wretchedness deluging him – the mournful wails of those designated the finest gold, the precious priceless, and the finished purified faithful eternal.

God paused; This could not be fixed with mere words.

And that moment became the straw that broke the camel's back. The Martyred in the Blood began to vociferate out of their minds, falling onto the floor, gyrating fitfully, drowning in the blackest agony. The righteous roars of hundreds of millions bellowed bipolar intense over The Lord of Hosts; he looked incredulously at the pandemonium below him wiping tears.

The One drew them into his arms, calming them as a mother comforts a fussy baby. Yahshua entered covering each soul with the softest blanket designated the Holy Spirit. The torturous wailing instantly stopped. Yahaveh and Yahshua looked at each other stunned as the Zoon roared stridently in the background.

The Lord of Hosts spoke a dimensional shift into existence below his Thrones, a temporal reality a whole planet big – where the Holy Spirit saturated the very atmosphere like thick humidity. It was a million fold heavy, another reality past the brim inundated with the Living God, raining the absolute holy, and every breath inhaled designated the very Spirit of God.

And they transported Mariah and the Martyred under their Thrones. They danced blind with ecstasy and sonic joy; but every now and then, a voice departed from the encompassing joy and roared, how long Lord, before engulfed again by the Holy Spirit.

And from that day forth, every Martyred in the Blood lived under his Thrones, for The One had deep compassion and sheltered them, for they were soul-sick of the monstrous wickedness always in their faces. And Yahaveh understood their agony and respected them more for it, because it was birthed from wisdom, righteousness, and great agape love for their brothers and him...

Twe Stephens,A different kind of Christian Author…http://www.scribd.com/twe_stephensThe Universes of God: The Chronicles of The AngelsThe Universes of God II: The Chronicles of Jesus ChristThe Universes of God III: The Chronicles of the Antichrist (5/2015)The Universes of God IV: The Final Eternity (5/2016)﻿

“We were getting too powerful for the teeming stupid to not take notice, so Satan ordered the Synagogue to blind the dim vision of the Lord’s faithful, so they’d perish stupid unto us generation after generation, umbilical cord to umbilical fracking cord! Can a war ever be won against an unknown enemy? You know the stinking answer! The Lord’s watchmen became useless as a guard dog that couldn’t bark or bite because their church fed them milk, denying them the meat of God that opens their eyes! No church dared mention anything concerning us! And to make sure the teeming stupid never awaked aware, we purchased the Reuters News Agency, all major newspapers, entertainment companies, and book publishers worldwide to have ironclad control of information about us.

“Then, our Financial Prophet visited Palestine and spent millions to found the first Jewish settlement to lay the foundations of what the Lord has promised us, a Synagogue of Satan Nation – that brings forth only leaves to him. For our tree will be carved out of the quivering flesh of a suffering displaced Ishmael, and will never bring fracking fruit for the stinking Lord! And the whole Christian world will venerate support us as the Chosen of fracking God in a million pulpits, while we shear them until they bleed to fracking death – in the very face of a helpless God!

“Do you fracking hear me!” Avael vociferated trembling mightily.

The dark congregation roared in concordance with the Synagogue of Satan, “We hear you Supreme Adept Counselor for the Commander-in-Chief! Preach the fracking word of god!”

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On the massive Throne Podium high above the fishbowl universe, Yahaveh looked upon Mariah sadly before he fell before the Thrones; the Son of God gestured him to stand. And three and a half miles below the Throne Podium, hundreds of millions of the Martyred by the Blood waited in depressive expectation.

With tears streaming, Mariah looked into The One's red eyes sputtering horribly on the words. “O Lord, though we're stupid compared to your infinite wisdom, I bring to your remembrance when all your morning stars sang with joy. Incline your ear to our supplications and forgive us for asking repeatedly; but tell us again, how long my Lord?

“How long will you permit your enemy dominion over those who love you? How long will they be beasts of burden, cattle, fleeced, and ridden into the dusts of death by those that absolutely hate you? How long will you allow this scalding wickedness in your face while blatantly letting our tears be disparaged, unavenged, and always ignored? How long will you let evil turn your glory into shame? And tell us again, how much longer must wewitness the madness and blood, and see our brothers suffer blast furnace tortured without reprieve, for supposed righteousness' sake?

“And though righteousness seems an eternity in coming, we're still incapable of calling your abeyance unsound no matter how deep it wounds. With the tears and trembling hearts, we beg you Lord to end the insufferable unimaginable below us. How can anyone be happy in this Heaven when our brothers are slaughtered day and night in our very faces? Bestow your favor upon your children and forget not your suffering servants, who ask for vengeance on the Synagogue of Satan that absolutely hates you, our brothers, and us…”

David shifted uncomfortably on his Throne warring to align himself to holiness. He struggled against himself because he was third in Command, spoke for The One, lived for The One, and was Heaven's highest Subaltern High Priest – The Light. And the Potentate High Melder that guarded the Mercy Seat, trembled mightily warring against the ‘somehowMariah made plenty sense’.

“…Destroy the stinking Kenites now, that foolish nation who wars stupid, gallivanting the whole earth, broadcasting nauseous evil and beating down everyone who loves you! Your addictive soap opera called the fishbowl universe causes unending depressions and sadness, making the past brotherhood we once had a wisp, some meaningless memory, an unsearchable functionally unremembered that's rewarded with nothing but intolerable agony!

“Father, If you won't consider our brokenness, please consider your precious Earth – the only planet not named for pagan's sake, still wearing the holy designation you bestowed when it was our Heaven so long ago. We know you love her, for you’ve proclaimed our Earth will never pass away. Reclaim the planet you gave to our greatest enemy and end thishorrific nightmare, in Jesus the Exalted One's name we humbly ask...”

As the three on the Thrones trembled under the righteous onslaught, tears cascaded as bellows of black depression washed over they who were The One. Realizing there was no comfort, no reprieve or time out, no consolation, answer, or action that'd bring closure to the evil that crushed millions of hearts viciously; the Lord of Hosts choked back a sob as he struggled trembling.

The Zoon vibrated mournful diapason as Mariah continued manic undaunted, the gold flooring before him slick with raining tears. “I know you're absolutely sick of us constantly in your face; but we have no recourse but to ask again and one more time. Eradicate the evil rebellious from our Heaven and destroy the Synagogue of Satan off the earth, because they're not like us, like me and you, and do not treasure brotherhood, love, or venerate you – and are constantly defecating on your holy names and everything you love.”

Mariah choked hard, backgrounded by hundreds of millions roaring repeatedly in concordance, how long Lord?

“...We strive to mediate on your infinite goodness only, but we swelter under the blackest blasphemy, ruminating on Lucifer day and night, obsessively hating his unholy guts instead of venerating the glorious how you love us. Open the eyes of our hearts Lord so we can see your glory again, for we are blind to everything but the scalding evil below us. And we stand imperfect against you for we cannot change ourselves in this one matter, though in your grace you've counted us perfect by giving us eternal life.

“But we say we’re flawed and not worthy! With ten billion tears, we've sought relief from the scalding evil below us that makes your grandness, holiness, and beauty moot and insignificant. And that's not right Lord, because we proudly wear your name in our very souls…”

Mariah fell to his knees lifting his hands dramatically to the Thrones, as the roaring wails continued escalating sonic, shaking the very foundations of The Great House of The One.

Shouting over the auditory onslaught he continued weeping, “All creation is the mountain of the Lord; you're the God of Jacob, Abraham, and us: the judge destined to rebuke blinding stupidity. We know all souls shall beat their swords into plowshares and spears into pruning hooks, and no nation shall ever lift sword against nation – and neither shall they learn war anymore.”

Vibrating under the roaring howls, the Lord wiped the hottest tears as the Zoon knelt giving brilliant respect.

“Forgive me Sire for our disrespect, for we know your ways are higher than ours, as the heavens are above the earth below us. But waiting for righteousness has become a punishing verisimilitude that causes us to constantly adjust our expectations - to the evil that grows exponentially without abatement below us. Slay the wicked now, end the bondage ofcorruption and offer comfort to your suffering children, for the unrepentant have drunk the cup of damnation willingly with eyes wide open! Avenge my murder and the hundreds of millions like me who were slain tortured for your love, fidelity, and the soldiering hard for your immeasurable beauty...”

Mariah fell crushed in front of the Thrones literally drowning in tears, convulsing in misery and sorrow, as the thunderous escalating of millions on the verge of insanity continued unabated below him. Overcome with uncontrollable emotion, David lowered his head as the hottest tears rained through his quivering hands, falling copiously onto his robe of light.

Many slow seconds ticked as The One looked sadly at Mariah, absorbing the massive acoustic onslaught. He rose from his Throne overwhelmed in the bellows of wretchedness deluging him – the mournful wails of those designated the finest gold, the precious priceless, and the finished purified faithful eternal.

God paused; This could not be fixed with mere words.

And that moment became the straw that broke the camel's back. The Martyred in the Blood began to vociferate out of their minds, falling onto the floor, gyrating fitfully, drowning in the blackest agony. The righteous roars of hundreds of millions bellowed bipolar intense over The Lord of Hosts; he looked incredulously at the pandemonium below him wiping tears.

The One drew them into his arms, calming them as a mother comforts a fussy baby. Yahshua entered covering each soul with the softest blanket designated the Holy Spirit. The torturous wailing instantly stopped. Yahaveh and Yahshua looked at each other stunned as the Zoon roared stridently in the background.

The Lord of Hosts spoke a dimensional shift into existence below his Thrones, a temporal reality a whole planet big – where the Holy Spirit saturated the very atmosphere like thick humidity. It was a million fold heavy, another reality past the brim inundated with the Living God, raining the absolute holy, and every breath inhaled designated the very Spirit of God.

And they transported Mariah and the Martyred under their Thrones. They danced blind with ecstasy and sonic joy; but every now and then, a voice departed from the encompassing joy and roared, how long Lord, before engulfed again by the Holy Spirit.

And from that day forth, every Martyred in the Blood lived under his Thrones, for The One had deep compassion and sheltered them, for they were soul-sick of the monstrous wickedness always in their faces. And Yahaveh understood their agony and respected them more for it, because it was birthed from wisdom, righteousness, and great agape love for their brothers and him...

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The whole throne room flexed and pulsed frozen-paused; and in one accord through the black continuum, silence cried the names of god with continuum syncopation – Lucifer the Exalted Benevolent, The Bright Morning Star, The Exalted One, The Redeemer, The Messiah, and god almighty over and over. Tears waterfalled as utter obeisance denoted, while Luciah soared fifty feet above the room, arms spread regal wide, exuding crimson colors peppered with intermittent eye-closing flickering brilliance. Everyone shielded their eyes. Two hundred million exhaled deliberate slow in reverential devotion; god was truly God! And the malevolent partied funky nonstop obsessed, bipolar intense, for another twenty minutes adulating Lucifer with everything The One despised in them...

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